Roark started off again, but Hines was adamant. “Roark, you want to go that way, you diddy-bop on. Not me.”
“Suit yourself.”
Roark kept walking. Grimm and Latimere hesitated, then moved to catch up. “Don’t worry,” he told Latimere, “Hines’ll d**k around and end up back at the canal. Probably hitch up with the company when it crosses. We’ll wait for him at MACV.”
Hines slipped back into the shadows of the building and watched them leave. He wanted to go after them, but his stubbornness prevented it. His stubbornness and his anger. Subconsciously, he fueled the anger. When angry, he didn’t have to think of being left alone.
Hines had not always been so bombastic. He had arrived in country as apprehensive as any boot, but as the only college man among them, he privately resented being the
